A woven silence
If all of it was ever true,
why am i left here truely blue.
Cutting ties we left no strand behind,
slicing right through until no longer could each other we find.
With slaughterd prides and foolish egos to hide,
pain and sorrow is all that left to reside.
A woven silence around us we now find,
our souls forever remain twined.
For what it was worth the cost,
we gave all the heart and lost.
We no longer hear the little cry,
of our sad hearts that may neither live nor die.
– Sunit Guldas